Siheyuan, don't yell at me

After hearing what Director Wu said, He Daqing's eyes instantly widened into the size of copper bells.

What is Chuan Guo Yuxi?

If you are a Chinese, you will know the great cause it represents!

It can be said that the imperial seal represents inheritance, represents faith, and represents the recognition of imperial power by all Chinese ethnic groups.

Looking around the world, there is no cultural relic that can compare with the imperial seal.

If we get this thing back, no matter how furious the boss is, I guarantee he will be so happy that he will lose his mind.

It is something that countless kings in all dynasties have longed for.

The news suddenly came out, and He Daqing's head was buzzing, and those big words kept echoing in his head.

"Mandated by Heaven, may you live long and prosper..."

It was as if I had crossed time and space, and the image of the emperor who dominated the world and led a huge convoy to travel around the world appeared before my eyes.

It took He Daqing a while to come back to his senses, and then he gave his habitual fake smile.

“Haha, Director Wu.

What's precious or not precious? I, He Daqing, have always been indifferent to fame and fortune.

However, I am indeed interested in this thing called the Imperial Seal.

You know, I've always liked these things.

Even if you just hold it in your hands for a few days to satisfy your craving, wow, it's worth it for the rest of your life!

Tell me in detail what the situation is."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he turned around and called out to his wife again.

"Huai Ru, make a cup of the coffee I brought back from Hong Kong for Director Wu to try..."

Director Wu saw that He Daqing was anxious and wanted to take advantage of him.

But he was afraid that He Daqing, this scoundrel, would not follow the rules, so he thought about it and gave up, and told him the whole story.

"The matter of the imperial seal was discovered during the interrogation of Kenjiro Okamoto. His father knew the whereabouts of the imperial seal.

His father used to be a high-ranking official in the puppet state of Manchukuo.

In order to give more legitimacy to the puppet emperor Puyi of the puppet state of Manchukuo, the Japanese devils came up with the idea of ​​creating a jade seal.

One of the Japanese soldiers said that there was no need to make a new seal because he already had the imperial seal that the whole of China was looking for.

However, the Japanese soldier who held the imperial seal asked for too high a price and failed to reach an agreement with the other Japanese soldiers.

Before they had the chance to hand over the imperial seal, the Americans dropped an atomic bomb on the Japanese.

Seeing that things were going badly, the Japs never mentioned the matter of the imperial seal again.

In order to prevent others from coveting his treasure, the devil did not return to Japan, but hid in Korea and changed his name. "

He Daqing frowned and asked impatiently:

"Director Wu, please tell me the point. Where is the Imperial Seal now?

Is there any definite whereabouts?"

"Not yet. Kenjiro Okamoto has limited information. He only knows that the devil has a wife in South Korea.

But there is one person who may know the whereabouts of that devil."

"Who is that person you are talking about?

Could it be the last emperor?"

"Well, that devil has a close personal relationship with Puyi.

Maybe you know the whereabouts of that devil!"

"So what do you mean by telling me this?

Let me go find Puyi and ask where the devil might appear?"

"Minister Lin does have this idea. He said that no one else can accomplish this except you, He Daqing.

Besides, I thought so too.

You have infiltrated the South Korean army and served in the South Korean army, and you can speak Korean..."

He Daqing sighed. This matter didn't sound credible no matter how you sounded.

It's just a groundless rumor, just a joke.

But He Daqing still decided to make the trip, just in case he found the imperial seal.

Just say I didn’t find it. I’ll keep it to play with. It’ll be nice to satisfy my old emperor’s urge.

Can't we have some pursuits in life?

After the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the workers of the Red Star Winery started to go to work one after another.

He Daqing announced to the public that he was going to develop a new food and disappeared.

The people at the Red Star Winery were not surprised by He Daqing's affairs.

Inside the War Criminals Management Center in Fushun City, Liaoning Province.

A thin prisoner wearing glasses and a blue and white prison uniform was working hard to paste a pencil case.

This person was the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty and the puppet emperor of the puppet state of Manchukuo - Aisin-Gioro Puyi.

Compared with the pencil cases made by other prisoners, Pu Yi's work looks weird no matter how you look at it.

He would either paste the paper box crooked and deformed, or stick the trademark upside down, and sometimes even create wrinkles and bubbles due to uneven application.

The prisoners were divided into several groups, and everyone was busy with their work.

This is not just ordinary labor, but an important labor competition that affects the order of queuing for dinner that night.

Only the team that makes the dough well and quickly can get an extra half steamed bread as a reward at dinner.

This reward is undoubtedly a huge temptation and motivation for those who have committed crimes.

However, among this group of people, there was a special figure - Puyi.

This former emperor had enjoyed wealth and glory since he was young. He had everything he wanted and had never experienced any hardship or difficulty.

Although he has been in prison for more than four years, he has only managed to learn some basic self-care skills.

In fact, Puyi also wanted to paste the paper box well and win honor and rewards for his group.

He tried his best, but no matter how hard he tried, the results were always unsatisfactory.

As expected, the prisoners assigned to Puyi's group lost the paper box making competition again.

The reason is obvious: most of the paper boxes made by Puyi are waste.

The prisoners in the same group as Puyi could no longer suppress their dissatisfaction and anger, and shouted loudly:

"The old emperor is holding back, the old emperor is holding back..."

In an instant, the labor camp was filled with a sense of joy.

Puyi lowered his head and silently accepted the accusations from everyone.

He felt extremely guilty and self-blame, knowing that he had become a burden to the team.

Faced with the ridicule and mockery of the crowd, Puyi felt like Kong Yiji in a long gown.

Just one more sentence.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh..."

Whether it was pasting paper boxes, pulling weeds, or repairing roads, Puyi was working hard to learn and integrate into this collective.

Although those guards and ministers did not exclude Puyi on the surface, they did say a lot of sour words about him in private.

In particular, Puyi had a separate kitchen for his meals, which was better than the food in the war criminal camp.

What we are worried about is distribution of wealth rather than scarcity. We are all prisoners of forced labor. Why should you, Puyi, get treated specially?

You are the emperor, what difference does that make us lack?

Who among you here is not an official of the third rank or above?

A supervisor walked into the labor camp and shouted:

"981,981, someone is looking for you, come out."

981 was Puyi's labor reform number. When he heard the supervisor say that someone was looking for him, Puyi was very nervous.

He is alone, without any relatives or friends, so it is unlikely that anyone would come to see him.

Even if there were people who knew Puyi, they were afraid of being implicated and were trying to avoid him.

The first thing Puyi thought of was whether he was going to be arrested and beheaded.

After all, none of the last emperors had a good ending.